Well, this is my first story on fanfic… please enjoy it!

I will be uploading about three chapters a weekend.

Disclamer: I don't own the musical Cats!

Munkustrap knew it had to be told in the next few seconds, but it was too overwhelmingly difficult for him. All the cats were watching him with attentive eyes from their usual evening socializing… all waiting for a pleasant news like a that of a visitor or a summer festival. Munkustrap felt very guilty because he had called for their attention but the news he was going to deliver was definitely not about a festival…

"Uhh… ahem! Do you all, as Jellicles love this junkyard as you home?"

Every cat nodded enthusiastically. Especially Etcetera, with her usual big smile. Poor Etcetera… he was about to break the cutest kitten into tears…

"Well… ok. I'll just say it loud, simple, and clear: The humans will take over and destroy the junkyard soon. You may wonder how I know this: I know this because I heard humans recently come to the entrance of the junkyard and talk something about redevelopment – and you all know that I can understand the human language – English in this case…"

Munkustrap let out a sigh. At least he got the telling part done with. The only thing was that no cat seemed to take this seriously.

"Take over and destroy? Ok, I know you're the Jellicles' protector and is much stressed and busy – but bro, that isn't an excuse for cracking some lame jokes," commented the Rum Tum Tugger.

All the cats were looking at each other, thinking in their minds… Wait. Is Munkustrap joking or serious?

"I am cold serious," declared Munkustrap, "I will give up all of my month's portion of milk to Deme… I mean Tugger if I'm joking."

This made all the cats' jaws drop. Munkustrap rather wanted to just say – It's all a joke! – and give up his milk… because he knew the group panic that will follow a few seconds later…

Etcetera shrieked, "Are we all going to die?"

Admetus said with a frozen face, "What the f…"

"Ahem!" said Jellylorum, who was apparently right next to him. This made Admetus shut up instantly.

Everyone was chattering with confusion and fright.

"Uhhh… Munkustrap? Can you explain what the term redevelopment specifically means here? And can you explain what will happen to us…? I mean, we have to find another home… but you know what I mean…" asked Mungojerrie.

"It means that after they wipe out the junkyard, they will build buildings or such on the area. If we do not do something soon – like finding a new habitat – then the humans will either send us into animal shelters or simply kill us in the process of cleaning up this junkyard," answered Munkustrap.

Shoot. I shouldn't have mentioned the part about killing us, he regretted in less than a quarter of a second. But too late. Etcetera went out in tears.

"I knew we were going to die!" she cried. Jellylorum had to cuddle the kitten in her bosom – since Jennyanydots was already dealing with Electra and Jemima both crying with fear.

Munkustrap looked hopelessly at Old Deuteronomy, who was sitting on his "throne" as usual. The leader gave a slow, tired shrug with an obvious sigh.

Munkustrap looked around:

Mungojerrie was talking to worried Rumpleteazer, "Wait. If we survive both the humans killing us and them trying to take us to animal shelter, then does that mean that we can live in the new buildings once they build them?"

Rumpleteazer gave him a why-are-you-so-stupid look and then a you-are-not-usually-this-dumb look.

Victoria, Cassandra, Coricopat, Tantomile, and many others – they all still had their mouths open, unable to swallow the shock and confusedness.

Munkustrap turned to see Skimbleshanks, who he expected to behave a bit calmer. Oh, he remembered, he is out exploring the Tube.

Mistoffelees had the funniest reaction: His "glitters' fell from his coat, a common thing that happens when he is surprised. Yet to Munkustrap, this was no amusement.

The worried Munkustrap thought that the cats will soon turn into a fierce mob and charge towards him – clawing him and punching him.

Thankfully, that didn't happen.

He stepped down miserably from the cardboard box and saw Victoria coming up to him.

"Munkustrap… will we be alright? I mean…" she asked.

"Oh… we will be fine. I have a plan…" he answered. Of course, this was a white lie for the white queen.

"Ahh, Skimbleshanks, you came back quite earlier than I expected," greeted Muskustrap at the entrance of the Junkyard, "By the way, you just missed the most painful news."

"I can tell…" said the orange cat. He could hear the wailing of the kittens coming from the main area.

"So how was your exploration of the Tube?"

"Ah! Not the most pleasing exploration! The Tube is a disgrace to all railways! A train that runs underground – providing no beautiful scenary! And how crowded it was! I almost got my tail stepped on fifteen times! And the stations were terribly filthy – dark and dust are terrible ingredients for a bed reputation!

Munkustrap loved his accent. Especially when he said reputation. (Apparently, Mungojerrie had a deep accent too, but he was a troublemaker.) When the protector once tried the whole accent act on his love, Demeter, she said it was like Skimbleshanks being right next to her!

"Munkustrap, are you paying attention?"

"Oh, my apologies,"

"So what is that painful news?"

Munkustrap told Skimbleshanks about the redevelopment.

At first, Skimbleshanks just opened his green eyes wider, but then opened his mouth: "A painful news indeed! I am not devastated by the news for I spend so many nights on trains, but the kittens! They are surely in a trauma! They were born in this place!"

Munkustrap just gave a sad, agreeing look.

"Is there anything we ought to do?" asked the orange gentlecat, "Surely it is not beneficial to put nothing in action!"

"We cannot – they're humans, you see. Superior in power," answered Munkustrap.

"Well…" Skimbleshanks gave the same tired shrug that Old Deuteronomy gave. He could seek Munkustrap's deep distress.

"Skimbleshanks, since we are friends quite close, I shall do this in front of you without much shame…" And Munkustrap just slumped onto the dirt in front of him and moaned something that was not quite audible but was surely not that hopeful.

"Oh dear…" muttered Skimbleshanks.